The Tournament

Arvian's fist slammed into Zaryx's gut. For the first time—Zaryx staggered back.

Arvian didn't stop. His palm was a blaze of energy as he flashed behind him. "Fulgur... Spheara!"

A massive sphere of red lightning formed, and the air hummed with strength. Then he rammed it directly into Zaryx's chest.

CRAAAAAAAAACK!

A dazzling burst of lightning ripped through Zaryx's flesh. A dazzling burst of lightning ripped through Zaryx's flesh. A dazzling burst of lightning ripped through Zaryx's flesh. The bleeding on the ground stopped. Zaryx coughed up black blood and dropped to one knee.

There was silence for a moment.

Then—he grinned.

"Hah… You actually won."

Standing above him, Arvian's body ached and his breath was labored.

Zaryx raised his head, something unreadable burning in his eyes. "I will obey you."

And then—

A bright screen materialized in front of Arvian.

Before he could react, his vision blurred.